Lady vanishes, The: 7. Little Leafy

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7. Little Leafy

"How long have you being visiting Esmarë?" asked Gimli, as he and Admant walked back towards Rath Amrûn. "Not long," said the man. "Why?" It is certainly not easy to make conversation with him, thought Gimli. "I was just wondering how long she had been working at the Golden Goose…" he said. He decided to try another approach. "Do you like your job?" "No." Gimli sighed inwardly. "Is Lord Berodin difficult to work for?" he coaxed. The man stopped walking and turned towards him. "Why are you asking me so many questions?" Gimli was almost certain that he had the right man. Should he take the risk? He chose his words carefully. "I am a friend of Prince Legolas and of Eomer King," he said. "A certain young lady is now under their protection and she is worried about her husband. Do you know of whom I speak?" Admant pulled Gimli into the shadows. "She is safe? We thought she was dead, though B-her husband-refused to give up hope." "She is safe. But what of her husband? Is he safe?" Admant suddenly drew back from the dwarf. "How do I know I can trust you?" he asked. Gimli shook his head. "I do not know. What would convince you?" The man thought for a moment. "Take me to her," he said. "And to Prince Legolas." "Very well," said Gimli. "But will you not be missed?" "No. I do not need to return until ten." "Is there any way we can reach the next level without passing Berodin's house?" "No, my lord," said Admant. "My name is Gimli," said the dwarf, taking off his cloak. "Put this on and raise the hood. Hmmm. It is short, but it is the best we can do… Come, follow me." … Legolas unfolded his father's letter. "Are you sure you want to hear this, melmenya?" he asked. "Yes," said Eowyn, firmly. He reached for her, and she leant against him, settling her head on his shoulder. "My father is-he has had to be-strong, singled-minded. For centuries he kept Mirkwood safe by his own efforts-he had no ring to help him, so he had to be decisive, uncompromising. And if his words seem callous-well, that is because he always believes that he knows what is best." "For you." "Yes…" He sighed. "At the top of the letter," he said, "it says 'Be sure to read this in private'." "That is an encouraging start," said Eowyn. "Up the margin, he has added, 'They are not made of the same 'metal' as we are.'" Eowyn nodded. "I see." Legolas took a deep breath. "'My son,'" he read. "'My messenger has returned from Eryn Carantaur and told me how things are with you. And I must say that I am disappointed by your behaviour. You admitted to me that you had performed a travesty of the harvest rite with this mortal, but Aerandir tells me that you are now calling her your wife. Do not be a fool-'" "I am so sorry," Eowyn whispered. "I have caused trouble between you…" "Oh melmenya!" He hugged her closer. "No. This is nothing unusual." "Read me the rest," said Eowyn softly. Legolas found his place. "'Do not be a fool, Lassui! Both Lord Galdor and Lord Nevlondeion have, quite separately, assured me that this cannot be the case. Whatever words you may have exchanged with her are not sufficient to bind an elf to a mortal. There is therefore nothing to stop you leaving her if you have since come to your senses.'" Legolas swallowed hard. "'Oh Lassui, if you could not keep your leggings laced, why did it have to be a mortal? Could you not at least have chosen one of your own kind? "'Aerandir, of course, extols her charms and says that all of your Counsellors adore her. I have heard about human women and their unique ability to pleasure an elf…' I cannot read it, melmenya-" "Please. I need to know, my darling," said Eowyn. "'…are you absolutely sure that she is not demonstrating her talents to them?'" Eowyn gasped. "Go on," she whispered. "'Your choice of lovers has never been fortunate, Lassui.'" "What does he mean by that?" Legolas did not reply. Eowyn twisted herself around on the bed. "This is a test," she said. "He knew that you would read it to me. He wanted to see if it would frighten me away. He has done this sort of thing before." Legolas nodded. "So it is not that I am human. No one is good enough for you." She thought for a moment. "Dear gods," she whispered, "how far did he go?" "He is handsome. And a king," said Legolas, simply. "He seduced them?" she whispered. She came up on her knees and wrapped her arms around him. "To prove to me that they did not love me," he said, hugging her fiercely and pulling her down on top of him. She could feel him hardening beneath her and she pressed herself against him. "If he means to separate us," she said, "he will fail." She pushed herself back up onto her knees, straddling him. "I love you," she said, slowly opening his tunic and unlacing his leggings. "Let me show you how much, Legolas…" The contrast between the flawless pallor of his muscular torso and the darker, more rugged flesh of his erect penis struck her as unbearably beautiful. She stretched out her hand and stroked him, gently touching the places that gave him most pleasure-the places that he had shown her-their secret places. He smiled up at her and she smiled back. "I will die if you do not take me," she whispered. The size of his erection, unexpected on so slender a frame, made her body ache, as always, to be filled by him. He took hold of her waist and turned her onto her back. She opened her legs. "No, melmenya," he whispered. He lay astride her and, using his hand to guide his penis, he pushed his hips forward and entered her. "Cross your ankles," he said, softly. Then he rose up above her, arching his back. "Oh gods," Eowyn whimpered as he began to thrust, deep and hard but in an erratic rhythm that left her waiting uncertainly for his next body-searing plunge. "Legolas!" she screamed. "Oh… Oh gods Legolas…" … "Is the poor lad safe?" asked Gimli, once they were safely past Lord Berodin's house. Admant shook his head. "I do not know," he said. "I do not understand how he has survived this long…" "Will you see him tonight?" asked Gimli. "No," said Admant, "I have to wait until my turn." "Are you his only contact with the outside world?" "No, there is another servant who helps him, but I do not know who it is. He said it would be safer for both of us if we each knew nothing of the other." "What is your name? Your real name?" asked Gimli. "Admant…" Gimli nodded. So the other is Olemi, he thought. "The lady addressed her letters to you," he said. "Yes. That is when I first started visiting the Golden Goose." "And met Esmarë…" "Yes." "She is a lovely lass," said Gimli. "It is a shame to see her working in a whorehouse." "Why?" asked Admant. "It is not such a bad life." Gimli glanced towards him, but did not answer. … "Lassui?" "It was my mother's nickname for me. Tithen Lassui." "Little Leafy?" "You have had too many Elvish lessons from Lord Fingolfin." "He does not think so…" She pushed herself up on her elbows and smiled down at him. "Why can we not just re-marry in the correct way, Legolas?" "My father says that we need his permission-and that he will never give it." "Then we will have to go to Mirkwood and persuade him. After all, we have our own experts in elven law," she referred to Lord Fingolfin and the Librarian, Maglor. "When Yule is over, we will return to Eryn Carantaur, seek their advice, then pay your father a visit. We will make it an official visit." We will take Lord Fingolfin, Haldir and his brothers, and others-many others-and Gimli and Berryn if they will come, she thought. Let Thranduil see just how much 'Lassui' is respected by his own people… "It is time that I met your father." "My indomitable Shieldmaiden!" said Legolas, smiling at last. "In the meantime," said Eowyn, "I am reduced to being your mistress." "Yes. I am so sorry melmenya." "It will be hard to bear," she said, "not least because lovers use their mistresses for things they dare not do with their wives… Or so I have heard." Legolas stared at her for a moment, taken aback. Then he grabbed her around her waist and rolled her over, laughing happily. There was a knock at the door. "Oh no!" cried Eowyn. "I forgot. I intended to send you away somewhere before he arrived. You will need to give him some money from my purse…" "What is happening, melmenya?" asked Legolas, pulling on his dressing robe. "Never mind," she said. "Just do not look at what he gives you. And that reminds me-I have some important news about Eowulf." Legolas opened the door. But it was not a servant. "Humph," said Gimli. "Do you ever get out of bed these days? I have found Berkin's messenger. We are all meeting in half an hour at Eomer's apartments. You might want to do something about your hair." … It took almost an hour for everyone to gather. There was Aragorn and Faramir, Eomer and Lothiriel-who had insisted on attending-Gimli, Florestan and Senta, Lëonórwyn, Haldir and Dínendal, Legolas and Eowyn-who were not, in fact, the last to arrive-and Admant. "Sit down," said Eomer, "make yourselves at home. Lothiriel, perhaps you could…" He gestured towards a side table, laden with spiced biscuits and pitchers of fruit wine. Lothiriel shot him a disdainful look and rang for a servant. "Very well," he said. "As you all know, Lëonórwyn arrived in Minas Tirith almost two months ago with an escort of four men and two women. We have found the bodies of three of the men and one of the women, all killed with arrows, which were then removed to hide the identity of the killers-" "Eowyn has some news about the fourth man, Eowulf," said Legolas. "Tell them, melmenya." "I saw his coat," said Eowyn. "Worn by a man of Gondor, on Rath Bein. Haldir and I followed him down one of the alleys behind the main rath, to a house that looked like…" She shrugged her shoulders. "I thought it looked like some sort of hideout. He gave a special knock before he was admitted." "What makes you so sure that it was Eowulf's coat?" asked Aragorn. "I know his family," said Eowyn. "The Eodan family crest was embroidered on the back." "Could you find the house again?" Eowyn looked over to Haldir-who had been watching her and Legolas intently-"Yes," he said to Aragorn, "I know exactly where it is." "Good. Then I suggest we send a detachment of the Gondorian Guard to raid the house at first light. We will pick up and question this man-and any accomplices. And let us hope they can lead us to Eowulf. Haldir, will you go with them?" "Yes, of course, your Majesty," said Haldir. "We still do not know where the woman, Mistress Amarri, is being hidden," said Eomer. "Do you know anything about her, Admant?" Admant, unused to speaking in such exalted company, blushed deeply. "Er-no. No, my lo-your Majesty," he stammered. "Master Berkin has not told me anything about her." "What has he told you, Admant?" asked Aragorn. Admant's discomfort increased tenfold. "He-er-has never really told me anything, your Majesty," he said. "I just run errands for him-without his uncle knowing, you understand. I bring him things like sweetmeats, parchment, pen and ink. And I take messages-" "Where?" asked Eowyn. She was making notes on her wax tablet. "Many places, my lady…" "Can you remember any?" asked Faramir. "Any places that you have visited regularly?" Admant thought for a moment. "There are two houses that I have visited more than once," he said. "One is behind Rath Bein…" He looked up suddenly. "Do you think it could be the same house, your Highness?" Faramir smiled. "I think that is possible." "What does it look like?" asked Eowyn. Admant closed his eyes. "It is at the far end of the alley," he said. "Tall-three or four stories. The paint is peeling off the door-dun-coloured paint, I think-and the windows are covered with wooden shutters." He opened his eyes, suddenly, smiling. "It is next door to a carpenter's shop, my lady." "It is the same house," said Eowyn. Haldir nodded. "What do you do there?" asked Legolas. "I deliver pouches of money," said Admant. "From Berkin?" "Yes." "Where does he get the money from?" asked Eowyn. "I do not know, my lady." "Are you not curious?" "No, my lady." "You said there was a second house," said Faramir. "Yes, your Highness," said Admant, "that is on Rath Celerdain, near the Old Guest House. It is more of a cottage, really." "Who lives there?" "An old lady-a kind old lady. She once gave me some gingerbread…" Eowyn turned to Lëonórwyn. "Did Berkin ever mention an old lady in any of his letters? An old servant? A nurse, perhaps. Or one of his parents' people?" Lëonórwyn thought carefully. "I cannot remember anyone, my lady." "I think we should investigate that house, too," said Aragorn. "Yes," said Legolas, "but we must do it discreetly. We must not draw attention to the lady. Admant-tonight, you will come down to Rath Celerdain with me and show me where the house is-there should be enough time before you need to be back at your master's. Then, tomorrow, Lëonórwyn-or rather Fidélin-and I will pay the old lady a visit." "Good," said Aragorn. "Now what can we do about Berkin? What can you tell us about his circumstances, Admant?" "Your Majesty?" "Where is he kept?" said Gimli. "In the tower, your Majesty, above the main entrance." "And the door is locked." said Aragorn. "Yes, your Majesty." "Then how do you get in to see him?" asked Eowyn. "And how does he summon you?" "He does not summon me, my lady. The servants take turns to take him his meals." "So he has to wait until it is your turn? That involves a lot of planning on his part. How many servants are there?" "Four, my lady." "And you do what? A day each?" "No, my lady, a meal each." "When will you see him next?" asked Faramir. "Tomorrow morning, your Highness." "How do you get in? Are you are given a key?" asked Eowyn. "The key hangs outside the door, my lady." "Then why does Berkin not escape? Some time when the house is quiet and it is your turn to open the door?" asked Gimli. "He cannot walk, Gimli-not well. I think it is the poison." "Can you tell us anything about the poison?" asked Dínendal, quietly. "This is Master Dínendal, Admant," said Gimli. "He is a healer." "I do not know that it was poison for certain, sir," said Admant. "As a child he was a fine, strong, young lad. But, shortly after his aunt died, he was taken ill. And Lord Berodin insisted on feeding the boy himself, which was not like him… Berkin did not die, but he was left very weak." "But he is not getting any worse?" asked Dínendal. "I do not think so, sir. The royal healer was allowed to see him recently-" Aragorn laughed, "Even Lord Berodin cannot say no to Master Cuthbert," he said. "Perhaps he could tell you more," said Admant. "Yes. I will speak to him," said Dínendal. "We simply cannot leave the boy in that house much longer," said Faramir, shaking his head. There were murmurs of agreement around the room. "I have an idea," said Gimli. Everyone turned towards him. "Tomorrow night is the killing of the wren-has Berodin been invited?" "Yes," said Aragorn. "All the leading families of Gondor are invited." "Good," said Gimli. "Then I will call him out for the slight he gave me the other night. He is surely no fighter-all it will take is one good blow of the axe." There were cries of surprise and horror all around the room. "No Gimli!" said Aragorn, laughing. "The days when a lone hero opposed evil by force of arms are over. In this age, we must use the law-however frustrating that might be to us old timers," he added, when Gimli began to protest. "For now we will content ourselves with investigating the two houses-and Master Dínendal will talk to the royal healer. Thank you Admant-your help has been invaluable. There is a meal waiting for you in the kitchens, and Prince Legolas will join you shortly." … After Admant had left, Gimli held up his hand. "There is something else, which I did not want to mention in front of Admant," he said, "for he is not the sharpest axe in the weapons chest-though he means well." "What is it, Gimli?" asked Aragorn, smiling. "Admant knows that there is another servant helping Berkin, but he does not know who it is-Berkin has deliberately kept them in ignorance of each other to protect them." "He is a clever young man," said Faramir. There was a murmur of agreement. "However," continued Gimli, "Lady Lëonórwyn told us that the servant that contacted Eowulf was called Olemi. At first, I assumed that Admant was Olemi-and that 'Admant' was just an alias. But now I rather suspect that this Olemi is somewhat brighter than our friend Admant-and that it is he that Berkin relies upon to perform the more dangerous tasks." "Of course," said Eowyn. "After all, someone must have access to the money. Berkin cannot have it hidden in his room-can he? We need to talk to Olemi. Or to Berkin himself, of course. Somehow…" "I suggest," said Legolas, "that we postpone tomorrow's meeting until midday, after we have spoken to the old lady. You are all welcome to lunch in our apartments-" "Do you know what I think…" began Lothiriel, suddenly. Then she waited until Eomer had scowled everyone into silence. "I think that you should just kidnap this Berkin. His uncle would not know who had done it and we could smuggle him and his wife back to Rohan. Lady Lëonórwyn is a rich woman and if Berkin is as clever as you say he is, he will soon work out a way to live there safely-and to have her estates running properly. Well-that is what I think." "You have been reading too many romances, my dear," said Eomer, smiling. But Eowyn was looking at Lothiriel with new respect. … "Do you think he loves her?" asked Eowyn. "Berkin?" "No, Eomer." Legolas laughed. "She is beautiful and has given him an heir," he said. "She does not need to be clever." "Or likeable? But Eomer is-well, he is not clever, exactly-shrewd," said Eowyn. "And it must be hard to live with someone who has no interest in your life's work. But then her idea about kidnapping Berkin-that was better than any solution I have come up with. Come here, my love." "I do not have the time now, melmenya. Perhaps later." "You conceited elf! I was just going to straighten your cloak." Laughing, Legolas bent towards her and she arranged the hood around his shoulders. "Be careful, tonight," she said, kissing his cheek. "There is no danger, Eowyn nín. I will be back for supper." … "Come in!" Nervously, Master Dínendal opened the door and stepped inside. He had no idea what he was going to say to the royal healer-whether to beg, persuade, or trick the information out of him-but he knew that if he did not speak to Master Cuthbert immediately, he would never have the courage to do so. "Good evening, Master Cuthbert," he said, glancing around the impressive study. "Dínendal," said Cuthbert, "it is good to see you again. Can I offer you some refreshment? I have just acquired a bottle of a very fine spirit from the Grey Mountains, which the locals call 'the water of life'. I think that-when you try it-you will agree with them." "Thank you," said Dínendal. "Sit by the fire, my young friend," said Cuthbert, "and tell me what brings you here with such a troubled look on your fair face." Dínendal decided to tell the truth. "I was recently asked to examine a young lady who had been rescued from," he hesitated, "well-from a house of ill repute." Cuthbert handed him a glass goblet filled with a deep amber liquid. "Thank you," said Dínendal, holding it up to the light, "it is a beautiful colour… The girl had been forced to hide there-disguised as a boy-after fleeing from her marital home. Her husband's guardian, it seems, had treated her most cruelly, and her husband was afraid for her life." Dínendal paused and looked at his glass. "Go on," said Cuthbert. "The girl had had to leave her husband behind and she is, naturally, very worried about him. Especially as she is afraid that he has been poisoned." "A bad business, indeed," said Cuthbert, "but why are you telling me this?" "The young man in question is Lord Berodin's nephew." "I see." "And I understand that you have examined him recently…" Dínendal took a mouthful of spirit. "Oh!" he gasped, as the fiery liquid caught the back of his throat. "Oh! I would not call it-water of life," he coughed, "but it certainly-seems to have-the power of life or death…" Cuthbert patted him on the back. "I am sorry, my young friend," he said. "I had heard that elves were great drinkers. Would you like a glass of water?" "Yes-please," said Dínendal, wiping his eyes with a fine lawn handkerchief. Cuthbert walked over to the side table, "You are right, Dínendal," he said, as he filled a crystal tumbler with water, "I did examine poor Berkin recently. But you must understand that I cannot tell you anything about his condition." "Yes, of course. I do." Dínendal accepted the water gratefully and took a sip. "Thank you. But do you think it might be possible," he said, "for us to discuss a hypothetical case?" Cuthbert sat down in the chair opposite. "I do not see why not," he said. Dínendal thought for a moment. "Might a man," he asked, "turn a strong young boy into an invalid, using either a single dose or a short course of poison, leaving the boy weak and bed-ridden, but otherwise reasonably healthy and mentally very acute?" "I believe he could. But the wasting disease would present with similar symptoms and follow a similar course." "Would there be any further deterioration?" "In the case of the disease, no, not once the patient has recovered from the initial illness. In the case of the poison, not without more poison." "Could that be fatal?" "If sufficient poison were given, yes." "Is there any way to tell which is the cause in any particular case?" "Not without a thorough examination." "Can the effects of either be reversed?" "Not by human healing." "But a boy thus afflicted might nevertheless live a long, if inactive, life?" "I believe so." Something about the answers troubled Dínendal-Cuthbert was more or less admitting that the boy had been poisoned, or so it seemed to him, so why had he not reported it to the Gondorian Guard? "Did Berkin himself swear you to secrecy?" he asked. Cuthbert looked up from the fire, his eyes wide with surprise, his mouth open. "He did!" said Dínendal. "You told him that his condition was stable-provided he ingested no more poison-and he asked you to keep it secret. Why?" "I gave him my word," said Cuthbert. Dínendal nodded. "I understand your position," he said. "But Prince Legolas, King Elessar, and Eomer King have all taken Lady Lëonórwyn under their protection and have sworn to her that they will do everything in their power to rescue her husband. If you have any information that might help them-or if you know of any reason why they should not do what they are planning to do-I beg of you, come forward and talk to them." … Swive me! thought Admant. It is true what they say about elves! The man watched as Legolas, all but invisible in the shadow of the buildings, slipped silently along the lane, jumped nimbly onto a low wall and, balancing on its curved stones, looked across the small courtyard and through the window of the old lady's cottage. The elf smiled. Then he dropped from his observation point and returned to Admant. "What did you see, my lord?" asked Admant. "Two elderly ladies, sitting by the fire, taking a glass of wine," said Legolas. The cosy little parlour had been decorated with festive evergreens and filled with the warm light of candles, and the two women had clearly been enjoying each other's company. "Come Admant," he said, "let us get you back home before you are missed." … As Legolas entered the King's House, Haldir was taking leave of a captain of the Gondorian Guard. "We were just making arrangements for tomorrow's raid on the thieves' hideout," he explained. He hesitated. "Are you well?" "Well?" "When I brought Lady Eowyn back to your apartments earlier, you seemed-not yourself." "A letter from my father," said Legolas. "Not bad news, I hope." "Yes," said Legolas, "yes it was. I think we will be visiting Mirkwood-Eryn Lasgalen-quite soon. And I hope you will-" "My lord, I am sorry to disturb you." A messenger was hurrying towards them. "It is lady Eowyn, my lord. She asked me to find you." "Did she say what she wanted?" asked Legolas, walking towards the Great Staircase. "She said to tell you that she is indisposed, my lord." "Indis-" Legolas stopped walking and stared at the messenger for a moment. Then he ran-as only an elf can run-up the staircase and towards his chambers. …

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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Author: ningloreth

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 4th Age

Genre: Drama

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 01/14/11

Original Post: 07/24/04

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